Association Médicale Haïtienne à l’Étranger
Haitian Medical Association Abroad
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Talents
Poet Corner
Maxime Coles MD
A Ma Mere
​Claire Laurent Coles…
Maxime Coles MD
4-28-19
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Le jour ou tu m’as donne vie,
J’ai cru sentir mon coeur vibrer
Alors que je humais la premiere bouffee d’air.
Tu m’as legue cette envie
D’ exister pour te glorifier.
J’ai vite decouvert ce sourire
Qui a toujours apaise mes angoisses.
Tu m’as fait partager tant de joie,
Et tu m’as berce d’un amour
Que nulle autre femme a su dupliquer.
Tu as guide mes premiers pas
Vers le chemin cahoteux de ma destinee.
Tu m’as protégé d’un bouclier humain
pendant toutes mes plus jeunes annees.
Tu as souffert avec moi
A chaque fois que la maladie me terrassait.
Encore, tu m’as berce d’un amour unique,
comme tu l’as fait pour chacun de nous.
Tu m’as appris a briguer mes peurs.
en incitant mon coeur a deborder de tendresse.
Je ne peux pas briser ce lien
qui nous unit pour toute une eternite.
Tu es partie pour ne plus revenir
laissant en moi,
cette hantise de te revoir.
Maman, tu es mon premier Amour.
Merci de m’avoir appris a Aimer.
Tu seras toujours dans mes pensees.
J’ai joui d’un Bonheur
que beaucoup peuvent envier,
Et a tes cotes,
J’ai su profiter d’une immense tendresse.
Merci Maman de m’avoir berce et nourri.
Bonne fete des meres.
Maxime Coles MD
4/28/19
PS: je dedie ce poeme a toutes les Mamans du monde. MC
The Virginity of A Princess
Maxime Coles MD
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Like judgement day,
Being ready to become a woman,
At twenty, facing peer pressure, Indeed, she has chosen the moment.
All was planned,
Like always.
She passed the day preparing
To get impaled
By someone, she did not care about,
The ones she loved, did not want her,
She had to settle
And chose an executor.
She needed all day to prepare herself,
Showering, tanning her waxed and golden body,
Perfuming in suave lotions Timidly, she walked to the bathroom.
As fast as possible
Completely alone,
She took off her clothes
To put her favorite bra and panty.
She smiled timidly
And she dressed in a sexy attire.
She needed to look at her best.
Nervously, she typed on her phone to know if his parents were gone away.
She was ready.
She hesitated to cry
Avoiding to ruin the make-up.
She tried to calm herself.
Grasping deep air.
She talked to her mirror.
Her bright green eyes shot at the clock.
She did not want to be late at her rendezvous.
It was now or never.
She waved at her mother
Like she was living for a trip.
She slammed the door, behind her, determined.
And walked away from the house,
To look for the bungalow.
Suddenly, she did not feel right inside,
Her heart was pounding, when she stood on the porch.
He opened the side door
And she stepped into his room.
His touches felt so rough on her skin,
As he kissed her, she went stiff.
He run his hands all over.
The dress strap came off the Shoulders.
Silently, in the room’s Candlelight, she wanted
To change her mind.
He became persistent and
Convinced her to give up’.
He did not want to lose the opportunity.
He took off his pant and took off his shirt.
He unzipped her beautiful dress
She was obviously shaken and looked pale. He did not want her to change her mind and lanced:
“Hey babe, are you ok?”
She was out of words.
She won’t look at him not even a glance, while shrugging her dress.
Nor she remembered taking off her bra or panty.
She sledded under the sheets, naked to cover her body
Asking in a serious note: “Do you love me?”
“For sure babe, you are my everything”.
She gave it all to a man who did not care.
The pain you suffer
To satisfy his bestial desire
Remains indelible.
You may have been under peer pressure, but
You lost it to a nobody,
Stubborn, fighting your maternal wisdom.
You were forgotten the next day after that infamous afternoon.
As one of his conquest and
The preservative used
to burst into your intimate parts,
May still be a trophy in his collection.
The painful pleasure you gave him in losing your innocence
Remains the topic of his Favorite conversations with Others, in the crossroads of his Neighborhood.
A Mon Papa
Maxime Coles MD
6-11-19
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Comment pourais-je encore, te faire revivre
Ce role primordial que tu as joue
Dans notre vie de chaque jour,
Ce chemin que tu nous a trace
Sur cette chaussee cahoteuse de l’existence,
Cet ideal que tu as su nous imposer.
Je sais que tu aurais voulu feter, sur une des plages
Que nous avions si souvent visite,
Dans les saccades de tes brasses,
Au rythme des vagues houleuses et menacantes,
Comme pour affronter cet horizon lointain,
Tel un defi quotidien a surmonter.
Mon coeur est meurtri de ne plus t’avoir a mes cotes
Meurtri de ne plus pouvoir compter sur ta presence,
Meurtri d’etre incapable de te serrer dans mes bras:
C’est le temps des “Papas”,
C’est le temps de partager cette tendresse
Dont tu as su nous couvrir, aux moments propices.
“Bonne Fete des Peres”, Papa,
Le vide que tu as cree, en partant, est abyssal.
Pilier de mon existence,
tu as joui d’un charme irresistible,
En imposant ta ferme poigne et ton savoir-faire
pour m’aider a ouvrir les portes.
Tout resonne encore en moi,
Car tu sembles etre cet ange guardien
Qui continue a me proteger.
“Bonne fete des Peres”, Papa.
L’amour que j’eprouve, est sans mesure.
Homage a toi, magnifique et gracieux.
Maxime Coles MD
Cuba, cette ile enchantee
Maxime Coles MD
7-28-19
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Debout, pied-nus, sur un sable gris, fouete par des vagues houleuses,
J’observe cet l’horizon que Varadero, Cuba
Nous offre a l’infini, dans un coucher de soleil.
Je suis a la recherche d’un indice qui me permetra de decouvrir
A quel point ces quelques kilometres de mer qui nous separent,
Me permettraient d’observer de loin notre terre natale d’Haiti.
Nous etions pres de 375 au rendez-vous de la AMHE,
Un record d’attendence pour nos activites scientifiques,
Avides de connaissance et pres a decouvrir un pays qui nous a beaucoup aide
Lors de catastrophes naturelles.
Un people cubain qui a su partager nos deboires a travers une histoire tumultueuse.
Nous avons decouvert la fierte d’un people qui se bat,
La beaute d’un pays pauvre mais combien riche,
Ses realisations en depit d’une cinquantaine d’annee d’embargo.
Nous avons observe leurs habitats, leurs fermes. leur facon de faire des cigars
Nous avons pavanne dans leurs champs de canne-a-sucre.
Nous avons vecu a leur facon,
Dans la simplicite de leur existence a travers leurs musiques et leurs dances.
Nous avons contemple leur ingenuosite a reparer les anciennes voitures
Puisque l’embargo les empechent de se procurer de nouvelles.
Nous avons ressenti la fierte d’un people resilient et determine.
L’Association Medicale Haitienne a releve un defi
Que nous sommes pres a revivre.
Longue vie a Cuba, Terre de la revolution.
Jamais nous oublierons ce sejour
Sur cette terre que Fidel et Che ont faconne au nom de la Liberte.
Maxime coles MD.
15 Aout 2019
Dream of Passion
Maxime Coles MD
11-7-19
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Dream of Passion
I dream of you half naked,
Like a belly dancer in her attire,
Bared breasts hanging to gravity,
Body shining in a golden light,
Hair resting low on the shoulders.
In the dark, your eyes bursting like in a vision,
Help me hear the wind whispering in a melody,
The tender notes of passion,
While I wait patiently for your touch,
In a spirit of Love and Devotion.
May we sing and dance like two swans,
Swimming in a tango of desire,
As we become forever enlaced,
Solemnly as King and Queen
In our own kingdom of Love.
Maxime Coles MD
As I remember Your Tears
Maxime Coles MD
As I remember your tears
Maxime Coles MD
I saw you tears for a man you never Loved
I felt your sorrow for the one you married for a green card
I saw the way you were most affected about his death
I cried your bluff when you collapsed at the church.
I witnessed your screaming and jumping like your mourning a father.
I pity the way you lost it all, for money,
I listened to your lies for years, until he passed.
Your mother had her doubts about him
But you fake not listening to her.
A mother is always right and you bear the consequences.
He abused you but you enjoyed his taking care of the bills
He never loved you but you bore his children.
You mistreated him and he stayed at your feet.
He may have been your passport to citizenship
But you forgot that you married him by necessity,
Out of love, just for the sex in your solitude.
Yes, indeed, he took care of you and became your slave.
At his death, you felt a guilt for destroying his life,
And the life of others around.
You did not care, unless the money kept coming at satisfaction.
Your patience bore fruit and finally, you got richer.
Nothing else matter. you have your kids
You have your castle and your misfortune.
You are free of buying new car and travelling.
Your Mom surely read all the way your heart.
This business arrangement brought you satisfaction,
You do not need any more to play the divorcee.
Stop leaving for others, stop your double life,
You can now carry with pride his name.
Redemption is yours after the role you play at his funeral
Beautiful eyes, Beautiful lies
Your life was always planned and you look at your best.
I saw your eyes and I swept your tears.
You used to scream my name,
I realized you were surely screaming his as well
During my absence, and now during his absence.
We always were three to tango.
Woman like you come once in the lifetime of men,
Who dedicate time to take good care of your finance.
You do not need Love, you need money.
You do not need affection; you are in love with your image.
Beautiful eyes, beautiful lies,
you are the shadow of an unfortunate widow
incapable of Love.
Yes, indeed, beautiful eyes, tears of lies.